[ The air smells of wet cabbage, the aisles as borderline chilly and Baby is driving, one way or another. This is as close as it gets to heaven, Debora thinks. Cruising through the aisles with a song that has her name (how can he take such sharp turns with a squeaky wheel? She'll never understand), it's hard to think of anything negative, so she doesn't. ]
You're still winning the song game though.
[ She leans back against him. It's okay, she'll let him have that win. ]
[ He goes for a sharp corner into the canned goods, and stops in front of tomato sauce, hooking his chin on Debora's shoulder, mouthing along to the lyrics of the song as he tries to remember what they need. ]
I'm still going to keep on searching.
[ He's been working on finding any and every song featuring a Deb, Debbie, Debora, Deborah, or Debra in it, and has been pleased to find more than the two they'd started out with. With a crooked grin, he kisses her neck, and starts the cart again. They have to be good on canned tomato sauce. ]
Where do you want to drive to, when we're done here?
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killertrack) wrote2017-09-01 07:34 pm
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You're still winning the song game though.
[ She leans back against him. It's okay, she'll let him have that win. ]
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I'm still going to keep on searching.
[ He's been working on finding any and every song featuring a Deb, Debbie, Debora, Deborah, or Debra in it, and has been pleased to find more than the two they'd started out with. With a crooked grin, he kisses her neck, and starts the cart again. They have to be good on canned tomato sauce. ]
Where do you want to drive to, when we're done here?
[ On the road, whenever they can. ]